…and all the hilarity and frustration that entails…

How does time work again?

After being an hour away from Sault Saint Marie for an hour and a half, we’re finally at a tiny, beat-up hotel picking passengers and freight. In another two hours, or more likely three hours given the way this bus time-warps, we’ll be stopping for 20 minutes at Timmies in Blind River. I’m starting to resent these rest stops, honestly. I could be home in less than four hours if this was a straight shot. As it is, I’m probably looking at 6+ hours.